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Sax, a blue Fox, and Mikey, a red Horse, were friends since they were children. They grew up in houses right next to each other, and spent most of the day playing with their action figures together. However, after high school, they started to have some disagreements. Sax thought that it didn't matter how short or long your life was as long as it was happy, and Mikey was focused on living a long, healthy life. At the end of College, they agreed to live the lives they wanted to, and went their separate ways. Sax decided to takes any risk that he thought would make his life happier, and Mikey decided to focus entirely on making sure that he was healthy and financially secure.

Sax immediately started living a happy life. He donated a lot of his money to charity, feeling elated seeing the smiling faces of the men, women and children that he was helping. Every time he gave a hundred-dollar bill to a homeless person, he felt a rush of glee, as though he were high on something, only more satisfying. He also spent money on happy memories, spending it on lavish vacations and exciting venues. He also spent it on food that tasted good, rather than food that was healthy for him. He entertained himself with movies and video games and even children's cartoons meant for, of course, entertainment, not education or training. He got a job as a writer, making just enough to support his lifestyle, and loving every minute of his job. Throughout the year that he lived, every single second was pure glee. Eventually, though, the unhealthy food and constant excitement gave him a heart attack. He died before the paramedics got there, but he died with a smile on his face, crying tears of happiness as he passed away, saying "More than worth it" over and over again. He was dearly missed.

Then we have Mikey. He saved every single penny he earned. He spent none of it on getting nice things for himself, and as a result felt rather sad. He felt worse when he didn't spend any on other people. He didn't spend any on gifts or support for his friends, driving them away. He didn't spend any on charity, earning the ire of the misfortunate. He kept eating nutritious food, making sure to eat right as much as humanly possible. It didn't matter to him that he despised the taste of the fruits and vegetables that comprised most of his diet. It didn't matter that he despised the texture as he chewed them. It didn't even matter that he despised the aftertaste they left in his mouth. All that mattered was the nutrition. Of course he read books, but not for entertainment. He merely read them for the sake of education. He worked an office job, making plenty more money than the average worker, but feeling empty and dead inside at his workplace. Surprisingly, he also only lived a year. He died when he was hit by a runaway train. As he died, bleeding his last, he lamented the way that he wasted his life on meaningless safety, crying "I should have smelled the roses" repeatedly as he passed on. Nobody mourned his passing, and, in fact, some people, harmed by his miserly nature, celebrated it.

There's a simple message that you should learn from this. You should live your life as best you can, and make sure that whatever happens, you have lived a good enough life for you. There is no better way to die than with no regrets, content with how you spent your life and having no reason to mourn yourself. Except for, of course, with your face in between the breasts of a well-endowed muscle-girl, but that's mainly just my preference, and there is quite some overlap there, if I am to be believed.